Dedicated to all of the teachers who dream of doing what Miss Titsner does in the story but who are far too ethical to have sex with their students.
IT was a typical Midwest high school in the late 1970's but what happened there could have as easily happened just yesterday. There were the usual Friday night football games and dances. There were several sub-groups within the school; you know the nerds, the jocks, the druggies, preppies, and most of all the rest of the kids who tried just to get by.
Disco was big at the time and most kids actually liked it. But, the reality was setting in that after awhile it all sounded pretty much the same as all the artists were trying to re-create "Saturday Night Fever." It was in this atmosphere that Danny was going through his senior year. He was one of those kids attempting to get by without being contaminated by one of the other groups.
He took a lot of teasing for having the same first name as the lead male character in the newly released movie "Grease," especially as he looked a lot like John Travolta who played Danny. Senior milestones were flying by for him as he had already had his 18th birthday and the homecoming dance had been fun. The girl he had gone with was cool but he had only gotten to second base with her.
His major concern was that he didn't want to still be a virgin when he went to college. If he didn't get a girl to fuck him he hoped to at least have mutual oral sex with her.
Each day the chances of anything happening seemed to get more and more remote. He even began thinking about asking out one of the school sluts. But, his luck would be that either she would have some disease or the stories about her being a slut were total bullshit. So, he went through the motions of going from class to class admiring all of the sexy girls and lady teachers.
The sexiest teacher in the school was without a doubt Miss Titsner who was probably around 40 years old with long brunette hair and bright green eyes. She was nicely proportioned with skinny hips but a rather large ass and jugs the size of large Grapefruits. Danny was glad to be in her English class. Besides being sexy she really was a great teacher. Because of her he knew he would be ready to write papers in college.
His only trouble in her class was daydreaming about fucking the old lady. She was one of those teachers who couldn't keep still and walked up and down the aisles between the desks as she taught. One day, Sandy who sat next to Danny in Miss Titsner's class whispered to him that the teacher looked like a duck waddling up and down the rows of desks. Danny giggled quietly to himself.
But, as he watched Miss Titsner he realized that Sandy was right; Miss Titsner had quite a waddle in her walk. He really noticed how much she waddled when she made a trip down his row. He leaned over to Sandy and whispered, "Quack, quack."
Sandy laughed softly at Danny's joke. Class continued as usual until the teacher passed again. Danny, now thinking he was impressing Sandy, and hoping to ask her out, Repeated his joke but this time he did it a bit louder, "Quack, quack."
It turned out to be too loud. Miss Titsner swung around and looked him in the eyes and said in her most authoritarian teacher's voice, "Danny you will report to me right after school. Young men and women don't make barn yard sounds in class, do you understand?"
"Yes, Miss Titsner," Danny replied with his face turning deep magenta with embarrassment. Danny was glad that he had a seat next to the window so that the other kid's attention would be more quickly diverted from looking at him as Miss Titsner resumed her instruction. Danny had no idea what she said for the rest of class as he was too busy thinking of some reason for quacking at his teacher that wouldn't get him into even more trouble.
The two hours until school got out dragged on as he dreaded his appointment with the busty instructor. For her part in this confrontation, all Karen Titsner wanted to do was rattle the young man's cage and make sure he understood that making quacking sounds at another person was not, at all, polite behavior. Something changed the moment Danny walked in the door of the classroom after school.
The second she saw him her boobs swelled and she felt her pussy get wet. He was wearing a tight fitting shirt that accented his muscular chest and arms. But, even more mind blowing was the apparent bulge in his pants. She thought if that is his prick it is absolutely huge. All rational thought left her head, she had to have him.
But, she couldn't do anything about it today she had a mandatory faculty meeting in 15 minutes. She would somehow have to get him to come back tomorrow. Then she came upon a plan no horny high school guy could say no to, "Come on in, Danny, and shut the door behind you."
Nervously, Danny turned and shut the door and faced back toward the teacher with his eyes down and sheepishly said, "Yes, Miss Titsner and I am sorry about what happened in class."
"You should be sorry young man. Was that me you were quacking at?" To Danny Miss Titsner looked very threatening sitting behind her large desk. Little did he know that she said this as she was unclasping her stockings from her garter belt.
"Yes, ma'am, it was and I am so sorry." With a stern look on her face Miss Titsner walked around the desk to stand directly in front of the desk the student was sitting in.
"Now, Danny, what part of me looks like a duck?"
"Miss Titsner you don't look like a duck at all," Danny said with panic in his voice.
Closing in on the boy Miss Titsner leaned over with her boobs only about 18 inches from his face. Then she grasped the giant orbs in her hands and held them up toward his eyes and caressing them asked, "Have you ever seen anything like these on any duck?"